Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

As the Desert Death God's Martial Spirit completely merged into his body, Bai Zhaoyun felt an unprecedented sense of perfection, and power filled his body, as if he had broken through some kind of shackles. At the same time, he vaguely sensed a strange call, although it was very weak, but it was indeed extremely clear.

Just as he was about to follow this faint connection, he was suddenly awakened by the voice of Nasus.

"Zhao Yun, are you okay? Why does your breath feel a little unstable?" Nasus looked at Bai Zhao Yun with a frown.

“Nasus, when you possessed the Desert Death God’s Martial Spirit, did you feel any special calling? I mean, the kind of calling that came from the depths of your soul.”

“Summon? No.” Nasus shook his head, looking confused.

"I remember you said that you could feel the emotions and faith of the players on Earth. What is that feeling like? Can you tell me in detail?"

Nasus pondered for a moment, as if recalling something.

"How should I put it... It was a very strange feeling, as if countless tiny voices were whispering in your ears, a mixture of various emotions, fanatical worship, devout prayers, resentment, anger, and even desperate curses. Although these voices were faint, they were able to penetrate space and directly reflect in my mind, allowing me to clearly feel their presence."

He paused, then continued, "However, this feeling does not always exist. Most of the time, they are like waves in the ocean, only occasionally rising for a while, and then quickly calming down."

"So that's how it is..." Bai Zhaoyun was silent. A bold guess arose in his mind, but he did not say it out loud.

The call was most likely from Earth, and he might be able to use that mysterious power to return to Earth in some form. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe it was some other form... But in any case, it was a hope for him.

Especially Nasus' words, it seemed to confirm his guess. The Desert Death God Martial Spirit was likely to be inextricably linked to the Earth. In the future, he might really be able to return to Earth to take a look. Thinking of this, he was extremely excited, as if he had found the true meaning of life.

"Zhao Yun, what are you daydreaming about? Now that we are in the Secret Realm of Time, let's go and take a look at those disciples," Nasus said to Bai Zhao Yun.

"Oh. You should recover first. It won't take a few days."

Nasus did not insist and sat cross-legged to recover. Three days later, Nasus, who had fully recovered, looked at Bai Zhaoyun, who was studying something with his back to him.

"Zhao Yun, let's go."

"Here I come." Bai Zhaoyun turned around.

"you…"

Nasus looked at Bai Zhaoyun, whose appearance had changed.

"Nothing. I did some simple research in the past three days and restored my appearance to that of my previous life. This will save me from being mistaken for Baiyun. It would be embarrassing. If Baiyun marries Lina's sister and mistakes me for her, that would be a lot of fun."

Nasus: "…"

Afterwards, the two came to the area where Li Chen and his team were practicing.

Li Chen and Lin Feng were sparring in a temporary martial arts arena that had just been built, while the other disciples were cheering them on.

Li Chen and Lin Feng were seen moving quickly on the martial arts field. Amid the flashes of swords and sabers, their figures were like ghosts, dazzling the eyes.

Li Chen's swordsmanship is light and graceful, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, while Lin Feng's swordsmanship is powerful and heavy, and every sword strike carries the momentum of splitting mountains and cracking rocks. The two's fighting styles form a sharp contrast, but are equally exciting, attracting cheers from the disciples watching the battle around.

"Brother Li Chen, come on! Defeat him!"

"Brother Lin Feng, don't be afraid, we support you!"

The disciples were in high spirits, waving flags and cheering for the side they supported, and the atmosphere of the entire martial arts arena was pushed to a climax.

"Hey, Fatty, how do you calculate the bet? I bet on Senior Brother Li to win!"

"Go away, go away. Can't you see I'm busy?" A chubby little fat man answered without even raising his head. In front of him was a wooden board with some crooked words written on it. It was obviously his masterpiece.

"Hey, you fat guy, how can you talk like that? I'm asking you a question!"

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, wait until I collect the bets first." The little fat man waved his hands impatiently, and then shouted loudly to the disciples around him.

"Come on, come on, place your bets. Senior Brother Li versus Senior Brother Lin. Bet on it!"

At this time, Bai Zhaoyun and Nasus also came to the martial arts arena. Looking at the lively scene, Bai Zhaoyun walked over with interest.

Nasus frowned slightly as he watched his disciples not doing their work, but he did not say anything to stop them. He just stood aside and watched quietly.

"Little Fatty, how do you calculate the stakes?" Bai Zhaoyun walked up to the little fat man and asked with a smile.

The little fat man raised his head, looked Bai Zhaoyun up and down, and asked in confusion: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Bai Zhaoyun smiled slightly and said, "This is not important. I'm just asking casually. What is the stake? How do you play it?"

Seeing that Bai Zhaoyun seemed genuinely just curious, the fat boy proudly introduced: "Of course it's the laundry roll, the cooking roll, and this sparring roll!" As he spoke, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, on which were written the three words "sparring coupon" crookedly with a brush, which was obviously written by the fat boy.

Seeing this, Bai Zhaoyun couldn't help but laugh.

"Cough cough..."

Nasus saw his disciples playing but did not stop them. He waited until Lin Feng and Li Chen had fought to their heart's content and the fight ended in a draw before he coughed lightly.

The originally noisy martial arts arena suddenly became quiet, and everyone realized that two more people had appeared in the arena without them noticing.

It was Nasus and Bai Zhaoyun.

The disciples did not dare to neglect him and immediately bowed and said, "Deputy Palace Master!"

Nasus waved his hand, signaling that everyone should not be polite. He turned his gaze to Bai Zhaoyun and said loudly, "Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Bai Zhaoyun, the sworn brother of the Palace Master and me. He is now the head of the Intelligence Pavilion. When you see him in the future, you should treat him as if you were seeing me and the Palace Master. Do not be rude!"

"Master of the Intelligence Pavilion?!"

Everyone hurriedly bowed again, and this time, everyone's tone was a little more respectful: "Greetings, Pavilion Master Bai!"